Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Deer Hunter, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Deer Hunter |
Yeah yeah |
Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo |
Yo, my words sojourn, spread em like a slow germ, infected |
Disease is collected and quarantined from my method |
The borderline where the animal and divine become separate |
I’m Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a record |
Compel the skeptic when Kamachi unveil the epic |
It’s needed and requested |
Brought to you like Elijah in the message |
A jury of ancestors was sequestered |
To decide my fate, for conductors of viscous vespers |
Candlelight death is extras |
Is usually hollow point flesh presses |
Until they skin caress stretchers |
I’m the best to finesse textures |
My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet |
Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic |
Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc |
Up north grab it, then I hit the south pole with a magnet |
East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the square |
It’s firmly established, the language is lavish |
First to rock Roshashannah’s and African pajamas |
Swear before I die to be there with the best of the rhymers |
Music for different ears, hears in different spheres |
Global ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear |
K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here |
«Too much… I'm tired» |
«In the company of those that fear…» |
«In the company of… fear» |
Yo we smash mics, but y’all wanna build |
But in the face of death, you can’t kill |
And that’s real, we fear what we feel |
But y’all mo’fuckers can’t overstand skill |
If y’all stalk me, we Buck like Milwaukee |
But y’all, y’all just do a lot of talkin |
And maybe that’s why you fear what the devil does |
Maybe that’s the appeal of a metal slug |
You ain’t a ghetto thug, you an actress |
That’s unnatural, like love between faggots! |
«In the company of… fear» |
I burn leaf with Ikon and the Chief nigga |
This next bud is not for you |
Watching you made me land a clenched hand to your nostril |
Stopping you from giving the god cold stares |
Beware, my flares put poets in rolling chairs |
None are prepared when the holocaust begins |
You’ll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs |
Now I’m, holding your gems, you’re holding for dear life |
Any motherfucker holding the heat can have ice |
You’re just like a bitch with no top on |
At the Houston five, you lay down to get shot on |
Double check, you’re dead, plugged twice in your mug |
I’m high off the weed, drunk off the cop’s blood |
«Too much… I'm tired» |
«In the company of those that fear» |
«In the company of… fear» |
«Above all, there was fear |
Fear of today, fear of tomorrow |
Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself» |
«We came from distant space and even what some might call |
Another dimension… and we’re about to return» |